Perhaps it was the indifference in Wen Qiao's tone that daunted Qi Ming. His eyes widened, and he even raised his hand as if he wanted to cover his ears.
Seeing this, the indifference in Wen Qiao's eyes faded slightly, and she relaxed a bit, "You don't still think I like you and would do something to your Xiao Shu out of jealousy, do you?"
Although Wen Qiao didn't say it outright, her facial expression clearly screamed, "You're really full of yourself."
Qi Ming, not often embarrassed, still stubbornly retorted, "Isn't that so?"
"First, let me clarify that I am a law-abiding citizen and would not engage in illegal activities," Wen Qiao said, "Second, why would I love you, a brat who can compete with a husky in silliness, when I could love your handsome little uncle? What would I gain from that?"
Qi Ming: "..."
Wen Qiao looked at Qi Ming with amusement, as though observing a young one making an unreasonable fuss, "Are you saying because you can go crazy and tear up the house?"
